My Silent Disarray (S#1)

When mornings gray from pouring skies, and eves
Surrender to the risk of hail and rain,
When drains spill over with earth, and sodden leaves
Remind me in parts of pleasure and pain,
When naked streets fall free of wand'ring feet
And let remain the hasty brollied heads,
When vision waves in dimly crystal beats
Of stupor laced with still reflective threads,
When lucid drops stream my staining window-
Glass, and wily winds lash it now and then,
When the world outside kins in close a show
And my clouded self scatters nascent ken,
Single I survey my thoughts take away
Through bliss, and ache, to silent disarray...